Little men who are green

Many have looked upon little men who are green wondering if their eyes do deceive what they have seen Surely it is a pursuit of the young To play with these little guys, having fun But there is more to them than meets the eye You can ponder while staring at the stars...

How many more times will I be surprised

How many more times will I be surprised How many more times will I hear delighted cries How much longer will I witness a majestic sunrise How many more times before I reach my Demise How many more times will I fly How many more times will I gaze at the sky How many...

Falling

As I tumble down through the depths to the darkness below I wonder if anyone noticed me go The pitch black folds around me Making it impossible to see As I descend to the watery abyss below Bubbles around, rising to the surface they flow I look up and can imagine...

Freefall

On the edge of a cliff or mountainside Many times I have a feeling I try to hide It is the same feeling I had on the back of a plane With the ramp down, I have ideas that are insane I have almost succumb to this fleeting thought On many a high adventure as extra kit...

Rage from inside

Rage from inside Born of pride From a need to serve Much more do they deserve Burning from the body so deep Bubbling over, starting to seep They cannot relate to kin Locked in the turmoil within Frustrating thoughts always emerging That are distressing and disturbing...